You have no idea how much that 1% and 2% who owned slaves matters to some people. My goodness. Anyway. People are still upset about tha
You have no idea how much that 1% and 2% who owned slaves matters to some people. My goodness. Anyway.
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People are still upset about that blog post. And writing “LOL” at the end doesn’t disguise it.
Listen. Some people are counting the white male as the head of household and coming up with their “1%.” Not the rest of the household, to whom Black people had to answer.
Even when only a minority of persons directly owned enslaved people, slavery still benefited many white people through jobs, trade, credit, status, and political power.
Either way, look here. I’m an avid reader, but I have books and movies that I can’t make it through because of the accurate depictions of slavery and torture. Books with the corners turned down waiting for my return. What was done to those people was inhumane. Hell-world activity.
I grew up in the south. We visited plantations each year until about middle school as a curriculum requirement. One of my siblings pointed out that as an advanced student, he had to visit MORE often. Did you catch that?
We attended schools named for so-called civil rights heroes (they lost?), lived in neighborhoods named for them, and played in the parks named after these folks. We were children.
One percent or two percent, people, human beings were separated from their children and other loved ones, castrated, burned, raped, amputated, branded, tortured, whipped, experimented on, fed to animals, and more, and more, and more. Human beings did that to Black people.
To even attempt to turn a human system of violence, torture, coercion, and inherited trauma into a debate about statistics around one or two percentage points is astonishing. Nothing about compassion and empathy around what that must be like. Or what that must have been like. Not even so much as a, “wow.”
Just an invitation to debates, “Explain this” and “What about this?” “LOL”
If after knowing all of that, you are still hung up on “percentage points,” I already know that’s a message coming from somewhere I don’t want to be in contact with.
*singing, praising, and praying*